Chapter 195： Early summer

The second round of the game just ended, the entire interface changed, and the third round of the game started directly.

Not surprisingly, the focus of the sixth group of the third round of the dialogue was the strong dialogue between Li Fan and Liu Lin, two people with the same 6 points.

"Haha, I didn't expect it. Li Fan and Liu Lin both scored 6 points, so it looks good now."

"Well, this Liu Lin is not bad, he should be a professional poet. It should be no problem to enter the finals."

"Then in this round, who do you vote for?"

"This round? Hey! Let me observe first, if Li Fan's votes go up too fast, then I will vote for Liu Lin. I don't think it would be too easy for Li Fan's to win."

"Good idea, if Li Fan wins easily every time, then he probably won't write poems attentively. Only by causing him a little trouble can he write better works."

"You guys think too much. Although Li Fan's two rounds of poems are not as good as "Pity for the Nong", they are also very good."

"You don't think it can be compared to "Precision for the Nong", we just want him to produce better poems than "Pity for the Nong"."

"..."

…

Magic City, Youth Children's Publishing House.

After being slapped in the face by Li Fan and "Fun Children" last time in the "Children's Poems and Essays" contest. Lin Hai has been relatively quiet during this period, and he has not bothered with "Fun Children" and Li Fan. It seems that he has forgotten the last time he was slapped.

However, the outside world did not know that Lin Haike had never forgotten about being slapped in the face. He has been silently following Li Fan's dynamics, looking for opportunities to make Li Fan embarrassed.

Now, he seemed to see a glimmer of opportunity.

"Lao Fang, Liu Lin's work in the third round of the competition is not much worse than Li Fan's "Early Summer". I think we can help Liu Lin a little bit." Lin Hai said. He and Fang Jing are still in the office right now, just waiting to see the group match now being held.

Fang Jing groaned: "You mean we helped Liu Lin get the votes? I'm afraid this won't work. Generally speaking, the results of netizens' votes are the final results of the game. But this is a group stage. If a song is worse His works have won the opponents by swiping votes. The Poetry Association has the power to revise the results. This kind of regulation is also to prevent swiping votes."

Lin Hai shook his head and said: "This is only when the difference between the works of the two sides is relatively large. If the difference between the two sides is not too large, it is normal for the side who is slightly worse to win. After all, everyone prefers different standards. Even if he uses the ticket swipe Means, the association’s official website is not easy to judge. Because swiping votes is also a real vote of different netizens."

Fang Jing said: "But the gap between the two poems does not seem to be too small."

Lin Hai smiled and said, "Lao Fang, you misunderstood. I didn't want Liu Lin to win. Instead, I made a gesture to let Liu Lin's votes hold Li Fan tightly. Let the majority of netizens think that Li Fan is not every round. You can win easily. In this way, if Li Fan loses next time, everyone will not be too surprised. Don’t forget, Du Feng played against him in the 7th round. Even if Du Feng’s work is inferior to Li Fan, But I think there is not much difference. In addition, Du Feng has a lot of fans, and he already has the possibility of winning Li Fan. Then we will help him quietly, which is unconscious."

Fang Jing nodded and said, "This method is feasible. It's just that losing a game has no effect on Li Fan."

Lin Hai sneered and said, "Don't worry, there will be better opportunities in the future. You have also seen that the kid is not at peace, he has everything to do. The more things he does, the more likely a loophole will appear. The greater our chance, the greater our chance."

Fang Jing nodded thoughtfully and stopped talking.

…

Beijing, a residential area.

Yu Qiu, president of the Chinese Writers Association, was calling at this time.

"Old Han, there are a lot of excellent works for this Mid-Autumn Festival Poetry Fair. Especially for Li Fan, the last'Children's Poetry Contest' seemed to be just his trial."

On the other side of the phone, Han Zhong laughed and said, "Li Fan left four classics in your'Children's Poetry Contest'. How can you ask for a small test? Lao Yu, you can ask for it. It's too high."

Yu Qiu continued: "The four are indeed classics, but they are not comparable to the current Mid-Autumn Festival Poetry Club. Who knows what other works he will write?"

Han Zhong said, "Lao Yu, I seem to be a little envious when listening to you! Haha!"

"..."

A few minutes later, Yu Qiu hung up the phone and said in his heart: "I am indeed a little envious, thinking that I have to keep an eye on this kid. My Writers Association's competition is not only the "Children's Poetry Competition"."

After thinking about it, Yu Qiu continued to appreciate the poems. Although his main profession is a writer and scholar, he is also very knowledgeable about poetry.

"The stone beam thatched hut has a bend, and the water splashes and splashes.

On a sunny day, the warm wind produces wheat air, and the green shade and quiet grass wins over flowers.

Yes, yes, this song "Early Summer" has a unique setting and full of charm. What's more rare is that it can still be connected with the previous two poems. Wonderful, wonderful! "

…

This song "Early Summer" is a seven-character quatrain by Wang Anshi in the previous life. Li Fan used it in the third round, and it was indeed to make a correspondence with the first two poems.

Stone bridges and thatched houses surround the curved bank, and splashing water flows into the pond to the west.

The sunny weather and warm breeze gave birth to wheat, and the breath of wheat came with the wind. The shade of green trees and the green grass are better than the blooming season of spring.

…

Beijing, the headquarters of the Chinese Poetry Association.

Both Bai Yi and Liu Yuan were amazed.

Bai Yi praised: "The last poem just finished busy farming, and now I can smell the mature breath of wheat. After the busy day, people can sit leisurely beside the curved bank surrounded by stone bridges and huts, and listen. Splashing water flows into the pond on the west side. This kid is saying that although we are very busy, we still have the mood to enjoy leisurely after we are busy. This shows that we love work and do not hate work. One busy and one loose, the two are compared, really It's amazing!"

Liu Yuan also smiled and said: "It is indeed wonderful. It is just that the netizens didn't seem to notice the connection between this poem and the previous two poems. Now Liu Lin and Li Fan's votes are not much different."

Bai Yi groaned: "Now the two of them have little difference in the number of votes. In addition to this reason, Liu Lin's poem itself is not bad. Of course, it is also possible that netizens do not want Li Fan to win every time. It was too easy, and deliberately voted for Liu Lin."

I have to say that Bai Yi's guess is still very accurate. Many netizens did deliberately vote for Liu Lin.

"Haha! Li Fan's current number of votes is only higher than Liu Lin's. In the next round of the competition, he should come up with better works."

"Hey! I hope so."

"Hey, you people, it's so idle."

"..."

Of course, among the netizens who deliberately voted for Liu Lin, not all were to make Li Fan come up with better works. They also included a lot of "water soldiers" hired by Lin Hai.

It's just that no one noticed it.

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